Vivid Memory

: My most vivid memory is of being woken up in the middle of the night to be packed tightly under a stairwell with a dozen other children, like sardines in a can, and walking outside the next day to see that the building next to us had been reduced to shambles, save for a single standing staircase, according to The Chronicle Herald. But that feeling of fear pales in comparison to the constant state of terror I was in as soon as I started school in Canada. All I knew from my life in a war-torn country was the feeling of fear. At the age of six, I landed in Halifax with my parents and younger siblings. I remember the nervous excitement that filled my stomach as I prepared for my first day of school in Canada. North End Halifax had me in awe at its vibrant beauty. (www.immigrantscanada.com). As reported in the news.